Truman

I see porches full of people
That are waving like I'm in the Truman Show
Check the news before I go
They tell me it's what I should know

I wonder
If i've fallen short,
I see the bar that I'm under
Picket fences painted, and the houses are numbered
All about the same color
Every morning
Say hello and
I, I, I

I wonder
If there's any more to this
I envy a butterfly in metamorphosis
I've stayed undercover,
In the frame of silent shutters
I don't know if I want to fit
I

I see porches full of people
That are waving like I'm in the Truman Show
Check the news before I go
They tell me it's what I should know

Then it hits me that the highs
Are only highs when they're a cut above the lows
But some prefer a one-way road
You know how the story goes

Yoo-hoo x 4

And I wonder
Would I have chosen it?
When each single move is a pose
And everyone knows, where I'm gonna go
So I can be safe, but I'll never grow
'cause life isn't naturally prone
To putting no pressure on bones
I might rather break to see what I build back
I have been told if it doesn't have thorns, it isn't a rose

You can't cue the sun, you're only play god then
Living ain't just living 'cause you're conscious
Flying with a pilot that is Pontius
Bound to crash eventually, I guess I
Should just hit the woods, or hit a wall
'cause there'll be wind
So might as well put it in sails, and see if you fail

'cause I see porches full of people
That are waving like I'm in the Truman Show
Check the news before I go
They tell me it's what I should know

Then it hits me that the highs
Are only highs when they're a cut above the lows
But some prefer a one-way road
You know how the story goes

Yoo-hoo x 8

I see porches full of people
That are waving like I'm in the Truman Show
Check the news before I go
They tell me it's what I should know

Then it hits me that the highs
Are only highs when they're a cut above the lows
But some prefer a one-way road
You know how the story goes